Mi Amigo El Borracho
Me lo encontré en la cantina
Era un borracho muy triste
tenía en la cara el dolor
De lo que causa una espina
Clavada en el corazón
Se le notaba el pesar
Yo lo vi muy pensativo
Se adivinaba el motivo
Por el que estaba afligido
Casi a punto de llorar
Sentado frente a la barra
Cantaba con su guitarra
De esas canciones que llegan
Que te dan sed de cerveza
Y te desgarran el alma
Y la gente lo escuchaba
Y el cantinero servia
Y entre cristales y copas
Me percate que su ropa
Era igualita a la mía
Y la gente lo escuchaba
Y el cantinero servia
Y entre cristales y copas
Me percate que su ropa
Era igualita a la mía
Y al verlo yo fijamente
Vi que también me veía
Pero todo era un reflejo
El borracho del espejo
Su imagen era la mía
My Drunk Friend
I found him in the cantina
He was a very sad drunk
He had the pain on his face
Of what a thorn causes
Stuck in the heart
His sorrow was evident
I saw him very pensive
The reason was guessed
For which he was distressed
Almost about to cry
Sitting in front of the bar
He sang with his guitar
Those songs that reach you
That make you thirsty for beer
And tear your soul apart
And the people listened to him
And the bartender served
And among glasses and cups
I noticed that his clothes
Were just like mine
And the people listened to him
And the bartender served
And among glasses and cups
I noticed that his clothes
Were just like mine
And as I stared at him
I saw that he also saw me
But everything was a reflection
The drunk from the mirror
His image was mine